I was just nominated by Elle Superstar to write a poem with a lot of rules. It’s going to take me some time to complete that challenge, so in the meantime, here is a poem I wrote as sort of a warm up for the challenge:
Ode to my Couch
I love you, couch
You never mind if I slouch,
Nor seem to fret or much care,
If I sit in my underwear.
Your cracks hide the chips,
That fall from my lips.
Your cushions filter the gas,
That I sometimes must pass.
Like a baby in the womb,
Or a mummy in a tomb,
On you I can lay,
And nap in the day.
I love you couch.
Silly but perfect! 🙂
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Did your cat take that photo? I can see his thumb.
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The dumb cat wouldn’t stay out of the way. That’s her butt in the lower left.
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I’ve almost perfected my poem
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